To Mother

Yesterday,

Like many other nights,


I was sick - for you;


Holding on to you


I felt the fear, the pain –


of missing you,


Your touch, scolding’s,


Prayers and tears –


Only for me.


Even when there wasn’t much


that I shared with you,


I knew,


You knew me better.


Pa still remains my God.


But secretly as a pagan keeps faith,


I have you in me treasured.


In some nameless moment


I discovered


how much I am an extension


of you.


I feel proud.


But this will happen,I know,


I am going to miss you,


Mother,


I love you.